It’s so green today.
Green and bright.
The sky is clear, and the breeze blows warm into the early Spring day.
I walk to the cemetery.
The soft rolls of the hills, covered in star creeper.
Sweet and innocent.
I sit and rest and
Think of you.
This day should be grey and dreary
With the sky crying slow, wet tears.
But it never is.
Your day is most often gay
It defies my insides…
My heart is angry and it aches.
(I know it’s you)
Causing your day’s splendor and radiance to tell me
All is well.
Don’t be sad, Momma.
Don’t be sad.
Look at all this glorious day and see me.
See what i became.
I am the chartreuse of the grass,
The soft rustle of the leaves,
The scent of first blossoms of Spring.
I am here.
At the beginning,
Before you knew me.
Back where we all start and end.
And i will be here when you get here.
I will be here always.
You will hold me one day
On a day like today
And we will be this Spring day together.